Some time ago, a friend asked me to write an article on what I think or, rather, feel about love. “A daunting task, my dear Svet”, I thought. And indeed, it is. Nevertheless, since then, on an occasional basis, I have been having these random thoughts jumping suddenly to my prefrontal cortex. And what a better time to write such an article just after Valentine’s Day. Or not?
Millions, probably billions, of wishes accompanied by wine bottles, teddy bears or boxes stuffed with pralines had been exchanged yesterday.
Perhaps a part of those had their best intentions, but let me have my sincere doubts about that. And this is not because I am a negative person or just because I am not the most ferocious worshipper of this grand parade of kitsch, plush, and tears.
Love is not bestowing once a year your beloved one with a Valentine’s postcard probably made using child labour in India, Nepal, Vietnam or China. Neither it is sweeping right on Tinder.
But rather than focussing on what love is not, let’s focus on what it really is.
Love is all the small things that make you smile. It is leaving that last piece of chocolate for your partner because you know how much s/he loves it. It’s ironing his shirt early in the morning because you know how good he really looks in it, but you’re also aware of how bad he is at ironing.
It is preparing her favourite dinner while charging it with your sincere drops of love.
It is whispering his name with a misty-eyed sight while making love.
It is the shivers going down your spine when her lips are slowly examining the skin of your neck.
It is the teeth that gently squeeze her nipular area.
Love is writing her a message using only a pen and paper.
It’s doing yoga together.
It’s spending the whole night learning new things for each other.
It’s doing the crossroad together while cosily seated under the sunny window overlooking the garden.
It’s seeing your children in her dreamy eyes.
Love is the silence between the notes that creates the music.
It is a blessing and a curse to feel it so profound.
Love is looking forward to visiting your grandparents in the countryside.
It is calling your parents just to tell them that you miss them and they are special in your life.
It is taking care of your younger siblings as if they are your own children.
It is hugging and cuddling for no reason.
In this regard, may I wish you to always be in love with life and its mysterious secrets!
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 It does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails.
What do you think love is? Share with me your insights 🙂